Under the Iron Sky

A multi-system dark fantasy campaign setting.

The Tainted Gallery

Friends of Jonar Redhammer gather in Captain Graypike’s office, where they are informed that Jonar has gone missing during a patrol near the ruins of Amaloss Keep. Aloof, the Captain is clearly unwilling to put in much effort or any reward, though he certainly seems willing to let you risk your life to save your missing friend.

Speaking to Jonar’s fellow guardsmen you find that there have been a rash of disappearances of late, the reason for the increased patrols. Jonar went missing without a trace. After searching the area around the Keep for a few hours, they returned empty-handed.

Banner and friends travel the 10 miles to the Keep and begin the investigation. Many bootprints lead them to an illusory wall and down a flight of stairs.

They find themselves in a room with statues and a pool of acid. After studying a bit they awakened some skeletons. Several party members are quickly slain. While Banner flees, the survivors dispatch the skeletons and continue to study the chamber.

After finding the coward Banner in the woods and dragging him back down into the dungeon, the survivors disabled most of the traps with a mix of cunning and clout.

Sweetie, Argus, and Lucky heard word of a great beast menacing the village of Hirot, and headed out to investigate.

After some investigation, and Argus’s acceptance of a marriage proposal, they discovered that the only way to slay the Hound lay in weaving the hair of the dead into a powerful relic said to have slain the Hound once before.

Traveling north, they found a large burial mound in the shape of a serpent, but were unable to budge the circular stone blocking the entrance.

As I walked out alone one day
All in the merry month of May
I met an old man on my way,
All in the morning early.

His head was bald, his beard was grey,
His cheeks were like the mortal clay;
I asked him how he came that way,
All in the morning early.

I said, “Old man, what man are you?
What country do you belong unto?”
“My name is Death—have you not heard of me?
Kings and princes bow down you see
And you, fair maid, must come with me.”

I’ll give you gold and riches rare,
I’ll give you costly robes to wear,
I’ll give you all my earthly share,
If you’ll spare me a little while longer.”

Now Lady, leave your robes aside,
No longer glory in your pride.
No more in life you may abide
Now come along with me.”

And not long after this fair maid died;
“Write on my tomb,” the lady cried,
“Here lies a poor distressed maid,
Her spirits broken, her life betrayed.
Just in her bloom she was snatched away,
Her clothing now the cold earthen clay.”

As I walked out alone one day
All in the merry month of May
I met an old man on my way,
All in the morning early.

His head was bald, his beard was grey,
His cheeks were like the mortal clay;
I asked him how he came that way,
All in the morning early.

Madam Bamford, an archaeologist of some renown, hadn’t been heard from since she left to study a recently uncovered ruin in the Icefall Mountains three weeks ago. A new group of aspiring heroes set off to find her or recover the good purchased with the investor’s money.

Under the iron skiy, Winter is a dangerous time indeed.

It has been a long, dark winter under the iron sky. The drought of summer has left the foodstores of your small village meager and bare. Even after the tragedy of the Hound, there are simply too many people and too few provisions. So it is that you and your companions packed up, joining the bold heroes that visited Hirot. So it is that you headed out, pitchforks and shovels in hand, into the cold winter of the North. And into the life of an adventurer.